Friday, October 19, 2018

Poetry Friday - Rainy Day Poem



Hello, hello. Welcome to Poetry Friday once again. Before I forget, this week's roundup is hosted by Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales.

A couple of weeks ago I entered a giveaway for a copy of Matt Forrest Esenwine's Flashlight Night and was surprisingly one of the winners. My copy came in the mail earlier last week. When you have a child who likes to read, you get tired of reading the same ones over and over again so thanks for adding some more imaginative wordplay to the bookshelves!

Evidence of receipt :p

We've had a couple of nice days in my part of the world lately but it's mostly been interspersed with wet and cold weather. Last Sunday was more humid and warm so when the rains came it was welcome. It was difficult to convince my son to go inside the house so we just let him play in the rain. It was nice to see the happiness he had from the offerings of nature. My contribution this week is a short poem from that moment.

Untitled

Rainbow rain coat
twirl and twirl
Hop in the rain
like a chirpy little bird

Splash! goes the water
Stomp! goes my feet
To the park with dad
What fun, what a treat. 

© 2018 e. mauger

Friday, October 5, 2018

Poetry Friday - Love's Secret



I went to the library with my son this afternoon, forgetting that it'd be busy because of school holidays. There was lots of yelling and cushion throwing going on in the kid's section and I was relieved when we finally made it to another part of the library. I feel so greedy whenever I go - the time I have to read is limited, but I still feel compelled to check out a little more than I can sufficiently get to in the borrowing period. 

I suppose my coveting books is a sign of my love for them - and so for today's offering I thought I'd share a love poem by William Blake.

Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love, 
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move

Silently, invisibly.



I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart;

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,

Ah! she did depart!


Soon as she was gone from me,

A traveler came by,

Silently, invisibly 

He took her with a sigh. 

Tomorrow I have a wedding to go to - any plans for your weekend? *EDIT* I forgot to mention Tabatha over at The Opposite of Indifference was the host for Poetry Friday this week.




Friday, September 28, 2018

Poetry Friday - about a squid



I enjoyed hosting Poetry Friday last week. Thanks to everyone who came over and left their contributions. This week Jone is hosting over at Deowriter. It's her first time hosting, too, so go over and show some love.

With all the things happening in the news, particularly the latest political merry-go round back home, it feels a bit strange to have light-hearted fare on offer today. But this week I thought I'd try a persona poem about a vampire squid (Vampyroteuthis infernalis literally "vampire squid from hell"!). I intended to respond to the call for octopus poems for the release of Irene Latham's Love, Agnes, but I ended up writing about this guy instead.

Vampire Squid

I live down deep
where so few thrive
in the depths
where the dark resides.

But suck your blood?
You bet I don't.

I feed on tiny things that float.
Eggs and
algae and
crab bits, yum.

I cast my fishing lines
to catch some grub.

I like mystery
and masquerade.
I'm not a true squid.
It's kind of a charade.

But don't be mad,
I don't mean to kid.
Blame the scientists.
They named me—
they did!

- © e. mauger

Hope you all have a productive weekend. See you next week! 

Friday, September 21, 2018

Poetry Friday is Here! - Where I'm From


Hey ya'll, welcome newcomers and vets alike to Poetry Friday. I wanted to post earlier to accommodate all time zones since I'm based in Australia, but alas. I'm happy to have you here and to be hosting for the first time since I started this blog about 5 months ago. I wasn't sure what this space was going to be used for (maybe I still don't), but I've been happy to at least be able to contribute to a bit of weekly poetry. 

For this week's offering, I thought it apt to try a 'Where I'm From' poem after seeing a few around in recent weeks. I've been living in Australia for just over 6 years now, in Israel for 3 but spent most of my life in the ol' Midwest. I found the pre-write an interesting exercise. Not everything ends up going into the poem but I was hesitant even jotting certain things down. Anyway, here's the rough outcome of my initial brainstorm.

Where I'm From 

I'm from faces black and brown
from corner stores and city beats
northside homes and 
concrete streets.

I'm from festivals and fireworks
from lakeshore views and museum wings
I'm from road trips to grandma's
Christmas feels and winter sleet.

I'm from an urban home and suburban school
dichotomies with being cool
from parents going separate ways 
from stacks of books and imaginative play.

I'm from rose-covered thresholds
from buttered biscuits and collard greens
different tastes and eccentricities
from Jeff Buckley - yes, and Prince 
(both artists whom I miss).

Memories inside of me
old journals
old drawings 
old dreams 

© e. mauger

Say hi in the comments below and add your offering to the poetry potluck. Have a great weekend!


Friday, September 14, 2018

Poetry Friday - Erasure Poem


Hello everyone. This week's Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Amy VanDerwater down at The Poem Farm. Next week is the first time I'll be hosting on this blog (eep!). Better make sure I plan ahead for that one.

For today's exercise, I thought I'd try an erasure poem. I guess it's kind of like trying to make a sculpture. I don't know if it held up in the end, but I at least I don't have to come up with the words and it provides an interesting challenge.

Arranged from some text from Monocle magazine

She just wanted
a simple solution
from the paper that keeps 
pristine.

She settled on 
minimalism.
Each stamped in 
colourful stickers.

Perfect.

Hope you guys have a good weekend. & see you next week!😅


Saturday, September 8, 2018

The Edge Effect

Welcome to September!

After last week, I started perusing some of the poet/poetry book recommendations and came across a familiar illustration style on the covers of a couple of titles from the late Nancy Willard like Pish, Posh, Said Hieronymus Bosch and The Sorcerer's Apprentice. They were illustrated by Leo and Dianne Dillon, who I think is my favourite illustration team. In their interviews they talk of the idea of the 'third artist', where both of their contributions would culminate into something completely different from what they could come up with individually.

Cover for Mansa Musa (2001) /Published by Harcourt Children's Books

Illustration from Pish, Posh, said Hieronymus Bosch. Published by Harcourt

1991. Published by Harcourt Children's Books

The third artist thing reminds me of an episode of Hidden Brain, where it explores the 'edge effect' which is traditionally an ecological concept. It's the point where two different ecosystems meet, and often allows for greater diversity in an area. It's an idea that inspired Yo Yo Ma's musical group Silk Road Ensemble, an eclectic mix of sounds from around the world. How often are we utilising collaboration or taking two contrasting ideas to make something different?

This weekend I'll probably start reading some of the books that arrived from the hold queue at the library. To have a more direct poetry link for today, here's a bit of a poem from the back cover of one of the books A Strange Place to Call Home by Marilyn Singer.

Where it's dark
Where it's deep
Where it's stormy
Where it's steep
Where the rain rarely falls
       or the water always races
They survive
      strive to thrive
             in a world of risky places.

It sounds like I'll have an interesting time learning about different places that animals live in. For the rest of youse, check out the Poetry Friday line up at Carol's blog Beyond Literacy Link :)


Friday, August 31, 2018

Poetry Friday -- Last day in August


Friday already? I was encouraged by the response to last week's post and my entertaining an idea to create more nonfiction poetry. I've put a few books on hold at the library for research and in the meantime thinking about ideas for a possible PB about beaks/or other appendages and maybe a collection of poems on a broader topic. So thanks to you guys for the extra motivation :)

In looking at the craft, I'm trying to keep my eye out for texts that may be useful in exploring aspects of writing poetry. With a little bit of money coming in for my birthday last weekend it's tempting to spend it on books! Any recommendations?

This week's poem was inspired by when I had chicken pox in the 5th grade. My dad stayed home with me during the day and I remember calamine lotion, taking oatmeal baths to alleviate the itching and just hanging out in bed watching old TV programs.

Chicken Pox Rox 

Itchy dots on my back.
Splotchy pink,
Crust and crack.
Powdered donuts in the bed
Watching Matlock once again.
Out of school
Hideaway
Don't want homework
Go away!
Royal treatment like the Queen.
Can I have some more soup, please?
Chicken pox is so much fun. 
Want to try?
Anyone?

© 2018 e. mauger

Speaking of youth, I was watching something the other day and they had a story on now 13-year-old Solli Raphael, who last year was named the youngest slam poetry champion at the National Australian Poetry Slam Championships. Imagine having to compete against 1,000 other poets! Here's a recent clip of him from TEDxSydney.


This week's Poetry Friday is kindly hosted by Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge. Check it out and share in the poetry goodness.

Poetry Friday - Rainy Day Poem

Hello, hello. Welcome to Poetry Friday once again. Before I forget, this week's roundup is hosted by Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales ...